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We Are The Fury Infinite Jest

You've got me pinned against this barbed wire fence, while my white hands try to write me free I'm tired of drawing on my eyes I'm tired of wasting

I've covered all the facts and stood them in a row and after shooting all the ducks down I deciphered out the code That it is just a trick and we are

You've got me pinned against this barbed wire fence, where my rust stains begin to bleed the color red mixed with the blues in my pants while my white

's praying by her side the coma has her locked into a hole she doesn't even know what is real, except, what they, tell her, to feel what are you looking